poetic fragment op.2

(photo) untitled

GAZA 2009

The poem isn’t here.
So this is not a poem.
Where is the poem?
In the sticking?
In the spilling-out?
In the opening?

The poem isn’t here.

Woman's eyes
A collapsing back
Scattered sandals
The silence of the sky

I cannot
laugh,
lament,
sing,
or feel anger.

Snow in the night
is dizziness.
The Galaxy in winter
is tinnitus.